Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.